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8s.

"Having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ."

1. YE angels who stand round the throne, And view my Immanuel's face,

In rapturous songs make him known;

Tune, tune your soft harps to his praise :
He formed you the spirits you are,

So happy, so noble, so good;
When others sunk down in despair,
Confirmed by his power, ye stood.

2. Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at his feet, His grace and his glory display,

And all his rich mercy repeat:

He snatched you from hell and the grave-
He ransomed from death and despair,
For you he was mighty to save,

Almighty to bring you safe there.
3. Oh, when will the period appear,
When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here,

And I to your Saviour belong!
I'm fettered and chained up in clay,
I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,

My God and my Saviour to see !

4. I want to put on my attire,

Washed white in the blood of the Lamb;

I want to be one of your choir,

And tube my sweet harp to his name;

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Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers,
Have all lost their sweetness to me;

The midsummer sun shines but dim,
The fields strive in vain to look gay;
But when I am happy in him,
December's as pleasant as May.

2. His name yields the richest perfume,
And sweeter than music his voice;
His presence disperses my gloom,

And makes all within me rejoice. I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear; No mortal so happy as I

My summer would last all the year, 3. My Lord, if indeed I am thine,

If thou art my sun and my song,
Then, why do I languish and pine?
And why are my winters so long?
Oh, drive these dark clouds from my sky;
Thy soul-cheering presence restore;
Or take me up to thee on high,

Where winter and clouds are no more.

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6s & 4s.

1. COME, thou almighty King,

Help us thy name to sing,

Help us to praise !

Father, all glorious,
O'er all victorious,

Come and reign over us,
Ancient of days.

2. Jesus, our Lord, descend;
From all our foes defend,
Nor let us fall;
Let thine almighty aid
Our sure defence be made,
Our souls on thee be stayed;
Lord, hear our call.

3. Come, thou incarnate Word
Gird on thy mighty sword;

Our prayer attend; Come, and thy people bless; Come, give thy word success; Spirit of holiness,

On us descend.

4. Come, holy Comforter, Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour; Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power.

5. To thee, great One in Three,
The highest praises be,
Hence evermore;
Thy sovereign majesty
May we in glory see,
And to eternity

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Love and adore.

6s & 4s.

Grateful Praise for the Gospel. 1. COME, let our voices raise A song of grateful praise, And thankful love; Let each a tribute bring, Let all awake and sing Praise to our heavenly King, Who dwells above.

2. The gospel's sacred page Reveals to every age,

Salvation free.

Oh, send the joyful sound!
And let it echo round,
Till praises loud resound,
O God, to thee!

3. Accept our offerings, Lord,
To spread thy truth abroad,—
Our labors own:

At length, at thy right hand,
May we together stand,
And, with the angel-band,

Surround thy throne.

1. ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
And did my Sovereign die?
Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

2. Was it for crimes that I had done,
He groaned upon the tree!
Amazing pity-grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

8. Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,

When Christ, th' almighty Saviour, died,
For man, the rebel's sin.

4. Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

5. But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give myself away-
"T is all that I can do.

2. Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

3. Alas! I knew not what I did,

But all my tears were vain.
Where could my trempling soul be hid ↑
For I the Lord had slain.

4. A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid,

I die-that thou may'st live."

5. Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue,

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Such is the mystery of grace, It seals my pardon too.

C. M.

Lord, teach a sinful Child to Pray.
1. LORD, teach a sinful child to pray,
And then accept my prayer;
For thou canst hear the words I say,
For thou art everywhere.

2. Teach me to do the thing that's right,
And when I sin, forgive;
And may it be my chief delight
To serve thee while I live.

3. Whatever trouble I am in,
To thee for help I'll call;
But keep me more than all from sin,
For that's the worst of all.